Constant Defense

A standing collar of midnight blue brings

Out the solemn regard in honor of

The fallen. In silence, the mind just sings

The thoughts of fighters below and above.

In scarlet and gold the colors just fly.

In battles won, their mission is to go

Where the guns fire. In sea, land, and sky

They give their very best and are gung ho.

Part of the earliest days of training

Is the constant defense of a best friend.

When rounds overhead begin their raining

These warriors fire back to no end.

The will of the individual drives

The power of the Corps to save the lives.